Ace B Major, 6Bullets, and NewEra - STEVE (feat. MLB Legit)

Sheesh
Niggas creep

Sherm ass niggas steady tellin
So we call them boys Steve
Call em Steve
Cause they ain't who they claim to be
Say they living like Larry
But they really live he Steve
That's on me

So who Steve?

Some fuck nigga
Who be fake flexing with weapons
Ain't no creases in they shoes
So tell me how the fuck they steppin

So where Steve?

Somewhere tryna play pretend like he a felon
But Ion know he really prolly somewhere telling

He a actor thats a fact
Protrayin roles like we won't catch em
Steve who is that
A nigga fuckin the detectives

And if we catch him lacking
Then with halos we gon bless em
Had em catching bullets in that field like he was Odell Beckham

Man Steve ain't hardbodied
He fold like oragami
Playing with his life
That lil nigga he a kamikaze
You tell em not tell a soul
He fuck round tell everybody

Catch em lackin now
Shh shh
Now hush em it's a dead body And it smell rotten too
Yea Steve a rodent betta watch yo crew
You gon lose
Cause he speakin names that put you on the news

Don't talk no savage shit around this way
You'll get put on mute
And if you make a move
We pull out blicks and let them sticks do what they do

Sheesh
Niggas creep

Sherm ass niggas steady tellin
So we call them boys Steve
Call em Steve
Cause they ain't who they claim to be
Say they living like Larry
But they really live he Steve
That's on me

So who Steve?

Some fuck nigga
Who be fake flexing with weapons
Ain't no creases in they shoes
So tell me how the fuck they steppin

So where Steve?

Somewhere tryna play pretend like he a felon
But Ion know he really prolly somewhere telling

(Damn)

Said he real but talkin to the cops Nah these ain't no props
No legos bitch we run down on ya block
You know them bullets hot

You know them bullets hot
When you hear it in his voice
Steve out here singing like he made it on the voice

Where yo fye at
Guarante you runnin when we drive thru
You cap in all ya raps
We know that you ain't finna slide thru
I know Lil Steve be lacking When I catch em I'm gon slime dude
This shit deeper than rap
We boutta show em what that fye do

MLB not a circus
Ain't no clown in it
I'll break down that backwood And put Steve in it
Loud mout
Rattlesnake
You a star first 48
Rappin names
Switching lanes
Send his soul to heaven gates

Sheesh
Niggas creep

Sherm ass niggas steady tellin
So we call them boys Steve
Call em Steve
Cause they ain't who they claim to be
Say they living like Larry
But they really live he Steve
That's on me

So who Steve?

Some fuck nigga
Who be fake flexing with weapons
Ain't no creases in they shoes
So tell me how the fuck they steppin

So where Steve?

Somewhere tryna play pretend like he a felon
But Ion know he really prolly somewhere telling

Written by:
Aaron Bouie, Jordan Romero, Rashad Thomas, Victor McIntosh

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